My entire life, I never made a big deal out of my birthday. You know, I never actually have had a real birthday party with all my friends and family, anyways. I don't even ask for anything specific because I don't want to set myself up for something I know I won't get. But for some reason, I know exactly what I want when August 30th rolls around. For my sixteenth birthday, all I want is a pair of cowboy boots and a guitar. That will be my sweet sixteen. Nothing else. Just a pair of boots, and a beautiful guitar, will make my entire year. I don't find anything more relaxing than playing the guitar and nothing more comforting than a pair of boots. These two together would be bliss. And I'm getting pretty tired of this electric guitar my brother has. I want one for myself. So, that's it. :)
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AuthorHi, my name is Lizzie. I'm about to turn 18, and I'm worried a lot, and I love food, and I lack self-control a lot, and I'm really talkative, and none of this information is important, yet I'm compelled to say it all. This is my blog. Archives
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